You hate guessing, as all good players do. You count the hand -it's surprising how many decent players don't do that. It's a bit of achore but it pa...s dividends. Also, you look for any subtle indication as tohow the cards lie, any straws in the wind, bids not made as well as onesthat were, opening lead choices... All that means you play more slowly."She paused again, clearly expecting me to comment."I think maybe your 'Table Presence' might just have an overactiveimagination," I said."I. Perhaps the shadow of multiple futures played out before your eyes,” William continued. “Therefore, I have chosen for the figures at the center of the rostrum, not the lovers that you thought you saw, but a Pieta—weeping Madonna with her crucified son. The positioning is the same as Michelangelo’s famous work, but the figures are those of Wesley and Rebecca. The motto flourish beneath is in New Testament Greek.”“Greater love hath no man,” Doc translated. He paused to polish his glasses with a. "You're so much like Lissy," she said, "you do it just like she does. You made me come. Not many girls can do that." I'll take that as a compliment," I said.Linda lifted my skirt up, revealing my cock which was very erect."Ooh, look at you," she said, "you're a boy. But you look like a girl. A girl with a cock. How divine."She lay back and opened her lovely slender legs wide again, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful pink, open vagina, with her pretty little patch of golden pubic hair. I reach for my lighter and my pack of cigarettes, putting the lighter in my bra. Calling for my dog, I put her on the leash, get my phone, and walk out the front door. Halfway through my cigarette, my phone starts buzzing loudly from my pocket. “’Lo?” I answer, blowing smoke from my lungs. God that felt good. “Rae! It’s me, Carolina. I was wondering if you want to come over to my place? Henrik isn’t home, and we could… You know!” I push my dark brown hair out of my face and smile. Carolina was.